As Watters struggled, he saw Boyle off to his right, furling the sail as if born to it. Watters grunted. Was there nothing that man could not do? He had only been on board a few days, and already he was acting like a prime seaman.
* * *
“Has anybody seen Boyle?” Masterton glowered around the fo’c’sle. “The bastard’s lazing about somewhere rather than attending his duty.”
“I saw him an hour ago,” Crockatt said. “He was on the deck when that storm hit. I haven’t seen him since.”
Watters looked up, hiding his concern. “What’s this fellow Boyle like?”
“He’s the policeman Muirhead sent to spy on us,” Crockatt said. “That tall bugger.”
Watters did not have to pretend surprise. “I didn’t know Boyle was a bluebottle.” Did everybody know about Boyle?
Did everybody know about Boyle?“Aye, Croc
